Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1887-12-09
AN INDIAN STORY.

PIC " WtchS illOlt, SttlI lllc Olu SbllleT,
as he and little Peleg stood by the sty
looking at the fat grunter eating his even
ing meal. Hes fit enough to kill now
fer that matter fer he's ez fat as fall
b'ar, an durn nigh ez big. l only wish
he We're bar, Peleg. Jeewhizz! Mebbe
/ wouldn't bounce inter that pen nor
nothin'! I'd show we a rassel sonny, an
give We an idee how usty shet the wind
often Jars w en- l took it inter my head
to bother with EN-. | gener'ly had 'em
laid out cold, if l felt that way, fore
they had time to claw | unly wish that
shoat were an Of he bar, Peleg, SOS l
could git in that pen an show We one O.
the leetle reecryations l usty hev durin'
play spells w en- l were boy
Peleg gazed at the pig He was silent
and seemed lost in reflection. BY and by
he said:
''Grandpop, wish you'd tell me, as
near as you can figure EN- up how many
bears you ever tackled and got the best
Of | don't mean the woods full and
woods full that you We shot, but the bears
that you We just walked up to and ketched
by the neck and shut their wind right off,
or thumped EN- into compton fits be-
Gosh, sonny!' exclaimed the old set
tier, after recovering from the surprise
Peleg's request had given him, Eye don't
want me to spend hull evenin', and fill
both sides of your slate a fggerin, do
ye? | can't do it, sonny, but arter yer
gran nanny goes to the SEWN circle
this evenin', over to the squires I'll tell
we a nice lnjin story that sumpin' called
to my mind to-day. l think it'll please
ye."
That was all satisfactory to Peleg. and
when they We're left alone in the kitchen,
the Old Settler began:
"Squawkee HILL" said he, sis one O.
the highest p'ints o the Wolf Tongue
mountains. Ez We circle in to ards the
Wolf Tongues goin' sou west FIN Sugar
Swamp, We kin see oil Squawkec raisin'
in front O We right up inter the clouds
almost. Ye mowt think We could chuck
a stun an hit Of Squawkee squar in the
face, FIN the way he looks to We, an SO
We could, pervidin' We could chuck the
stun leetle matter O nine miles or
better, fer the hill hain't an inch higher
to We TIM th't The top O. Squawkee
Hill is SO hard to get to th't nobody was
ever thar, 'cept the few indyvidjuals
ez I'm gonter tell We bout, an they was
all Injins. If We sh'd ever climb that
hill. Peleg, ye'd find th't jist fore We got
to the top of it I'd come to a split in the
rock more'n fifty foot wide, an SO deep
th't We can't see the bottom of it. Ye
can't go around that big split, fer it
makes a sort o. half circle around the top
of the hill an its two ends opens in the
west side o the hill a mile apart, the
west side bein' nothin but a straight up
an down ledge. So the crown of old
Squawkee hain't much better n an island
up in the clouds, an one that We can't git
on to Mess We throw bridge crost the
gulley.
The time I'm tellin' We bout, sonny,
tn was quite a bit O woods on that
island, an 'mongst 'em some dead OIL
pines th't riz up like spooks, they was so
white an naked. They was the nestin'
places of the biggest eagles th't ever
lived, an even to this day thur eagles
lays an sets an matches up thar ON the
top O. Squawkee, an steals lambs an
chickens down below at the clearin s.
In them DAYS, Peleg, the Sugar Swamp
deestric' want the home o civilization
th't it is today. TIL want no tavern
| tlldI lIltll, ali tIlc CltlLcIS w do ali
real red Injins. They had king, an
FIN all accounts th't has been handed
| down about 'em, they must ha' ben q
tol able jolly an conf table congregation.
The king o them air Ingins had a son
/ th't he thought heap on, an he wanted
him to marry gal th't were the darteI
of one O. the way up Injins O. the gang
! The gal didn't hev no objections, ez the
young Prince Gungle- jib-goggle-eye were
dandy, but the young prince had &
= sneakin notion arter another piece o
4 savage caliker, and his heart didn t thumI
Il agin his ribs durn bit fer the fust gal. ;
II "Grandpop," said little Peleg, as thu
i Old Settler filled his pipe, "didn't young
4 Prince What-d 'ye-call- have an Eng
4 lish manner"
/ mo, sonny" replied the Old Settler
Il "English names would ha' gone about e
Il fur 'mongst them Injuns ez pint o run
\ would at Sugar Swamp barn raisin'
8 The meanin' o. Gungle- jib-goggle
n name in English, though, Peleg, l XII
Civ We. 1t meant Snatch-a-scal p-ouic'-
Il er'n-a-houn' up-kin-lick-a-skillet. i sh
u jedge, 'cordin to that, th't the youn
4 prince want no SLOUGH. But all tn
4 same he had to mind his pap. an abou
II the time my story opens tn were hea
O. trouble on his mind. The gal he ha
a hankerin' fer wa MT in society at all
= an they said th't she was act'ley SO shoI
\ O. clothes tht all the difference 'twix
her weekday an her Sunday-go-to
meetin' toggery We're th't on Sunday sh
III trimmed her finger nails. But she wer
u potter tn II a new blackboard painted re
4 an sheepskin on the seat. She wer
n the color of a red heifer in June, an ha
a name that suited her to dinktum
She answered to Paw-paw-chink-a- pir
an if ye'd ha' called on her an asst fe
her in English I'd ha' inquired fer The